The people that sit in the back of the room,
that don't want to be known.
The people that wear long sleeves,
that don't want she scars the be shown.
The people that sit alone at lunch,
that looks down and mess with their phone.
The people that get lost in their thoughts,
that sit there and groan.
The people that want to be skinny,
that want to nothing but skin and bones.
The people that worry about their body,
that want to be that 'perfect tone'.
The people that cry and want to die,
that no one can put them in their happy zone.

~sf/jd

So I said goodbye to what was left
Of what I'd held onto,
of her silhouette

As it stared back I fell bereft;
Its unblinking eyes
followed me to my Death

Perpetually lost in the wake of my drift
I found the things I had buried were what I had kept
My Beatrice showed me a Heaven,
I can never recreate
Whether in the beauty, or the life beyond,
My most horrific nightmares

Taken from my pulsing veins you knew the pounding pain you had caused
Asked clearly in plain view I had no choice but to deny the harm
Bold statements held up for me to tumble quickly down on
Oblivious to my own eyes, I suffer with my spoken  words
I see it in the way you stare and in your pathetic gestures
The pain I had once walked though fire with is now your wounds
But questions flow through my mind in the light and darkness of each day
Ones that will never get the chance to float to the surface
As all this time drains us of our feelings
I will one day dream in the truth and end my day with a promising future